FIC: A Jurassic Tale: Part Two - InGen Knows Best

Title: A Jurassic Tale: Part Two – InGen Knows best
Author: Alexcat
Type: Gen
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own them but I do love them. Dinosaurs!
Warnings: Possible carnivore gore
Beta: None
Characters: Vic Hoskins, Owen Grady, Blue
Archive: Alex’s Story Book Ao3
Author’s Note: This is a series of drabbles based on Jurassic World.
Spoilers: Yes
Summary: Life with Owen Grady as told from several POVs.

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Part Two
InGen Knows Best

Vic Hoskins watched the raptors as they growled and postured. They were magnificent! He’d never seen such glorious predators in all his years with the military and with InGen. He saw all sorts of applications for them. Perhaps InGen’s geeks could figure out how to use some of the DNA in these beauties to make a better soldier, a better human soldier.

“Hey, Grady, can I come in and pet them?”

Owen Grady did not look away from the female raptor he was talking to as he answered the burly man. “Only if you want your hand to be her midmorning snack.”

Hoskins laughed. Grady didn’t know it yet but he’d have the last laugh when he had the velociraptors all crated up and flown to an island that his people controlled. He could imagine the things he could train them to do.

He rubbed his hands together in glee.

FIC: A Jurassic Tale: Part Three - Meanwhile Back on the Farm...

Title: A Jurassic Tale: Part Three - Meanwhile Back on the Farm…
Author: Alexcat
Type: Gen
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own them but I do love them. Dinosaurs!
Warnings: Possible carnivore gore
Beta: None
Characters:
Archive: Alex’s Story Book Ao3
Author’s Note: This is a series of drabbles based on Jurassic World.
Spoilers: Yes
Summary: Life with Owen Grady as told from several POVs.

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MEANWHILE BACK ON THE FARM…

Indominus Rex was bored. And hungry. And bored. Mostly bored

She knew the other dinosaurs were out there. She could hear them, smell them. She could smell the tiny ones too. They stunk of fear, her favorite flavor. She saw the tiny creatures watching her. They couldn’t find her; she knew she blended in with her surroundings. All the better for hunting.

Hunting would be fun. She needed to find room to hunt.

Thought came to her much more clearly than the other dinosaurs in the park. Hybridization had made her much more intelligent.

She made a plan, going over to the wall and making scratches going up, as if she’d escaped. Not only could she change color, she could change her body temperature. She let herself grow cold.

The little noisy things came into her birdcage of a home.

‘Gotcha!’ she thought as she pounced on one of them.

~end~